A reminder; It too shall pass.
A collection of broken hearted drawings.
Beneath black wings
Zombie koi. Acrylic, paper & pen.
Let’s go on an adventure.
Picture I made for my whovian cousin.
This is not a sad story.
This is a happy memory that people have mistook for a sad one.
When I was young we did not celebrate Christmas. People who celebrate Christmas sometimes believe that how they were raised was best and because I didn’t have Christmas I must have been a sad child.
Didn’t have Santa, didn’t care. I was in on a secret, I felt special. So I was the only one who didn’t put out cookies,I looked about at all the kids that were going to have their imaginations shattered in a few years and felt sorry for them.
Now, we did have presents and went about to various homes of family members. That is what should be stressed about the holiday season, spending time with family. Not stressing about how you’re going to buy things, or surviving a stampede of people to rush to get items for a low price sacrificing human decency if need be.
I always liked the idea of having a tree though. I thought it was pretty. So I would go and take a small branch from one of our pine trees and set it up in my room. I would decorate it with little drawings attached to whatever would hold them to the little branch. I was never envious of big trees adorned with a plethora of ornaments. I loved my little branch. It was mine, and I shared it with my toys who had sat waiting to be played with while I had set up my tree and drew its decorations.
I did this for years, even when my mom started putting a tree up. This is a fond memory for me but every time I have ever mentioned this I get “awww, that’s so sad” for a response. I was happy and when I look back I have the warm happy memory feeling, not a strike of pain. I stopped telling the story and it was kept in the cobwebs of my mind until I saw the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree in a store recently. It made me remember and long for my little Christmas branch. So I drew my lil self sitting with my little branch.
Happy Holidays.
Chess.
^_^’ let’s play
What goes on up there.
Time helps to alter perception and distort memory. It masks the wound, but does not heal it.
She brought hope.
ladies and gentlemen…
please let me introduce, my lovely acrobats.
Today is for the sky.
I totally “George Lucas‘ed” this picture.
We cannot play outside today Love